His gaze felt like scalding magma.
It precisely ignited those improper thoughts within me.
Ethan was right.
So what if he's my brother?
We share no blood relation anyway.
My cheeks flushed crimson, spreading to the tips of my ears.
My eyes grew misty.
I wanted to resist, but Ethan's movements robbed me of rational thought.
Overwhelming pleasure threatened to consume me.
Clutching his shoulders, my words came out fragmented.
"No... I don't like this!"
"Really?" His hands grew more aggressive.
It felt like punishment for rejecting his confession years ago.
Countless ants seemed to crawl beneath my skin.
The air temperature soared.
Our breathing grew heavy and labored.
Ethan's tongue traced the contours of my ear.
His potent masculinity made me respond helplessly.
The next morning, I gathered my clothes and left.
I never returned to Ethan's place.
That evening, my husband actually apologized.
He admitted his mistake and bought me flowers.
Seeing Daniel's sincere, honest face, I hugged him guiltily.
Anxiety churned within me.
If Daniel discovered what happened with Ethan...
What would he think of me?
Even if unwilling, he'd surely see me as promiscuous.
But after that, Ethan never contacted me.
I pretended nothing happened, continuing daily life.
I assumed the matter was over.
I intended to bury that night's memories forever.
After all, I'm married.
Ethan and I are impossible.
One week later, on my birthday, Daniel brought him home.
My husband kissed me joyfully in front of Ethan.
"Darling, my brother helped me tremendously!"
"We must treat Ethan well tonight!"
He rushed off to the kitchen after speaking.
Ethan and I were left alone in the living room.
We stood facing each other, the tall man intimidating.
Seeing the unreadable darkness in his eyes, I swallowed nervously.
"Let me get you some water—"
I turned to escape.
Ethan's long fingers caught my wrist.
"Running? So afraid of me?"
I nearly gasped aloud.
Glancing toward the kitchen, I hissed quietly.
"Ethan, stop this! Don't cause trouble! This is my home!"
Seeing Daniel unaware, I sighed in relief.
Ethan boldly massaged my waist.
He openly nibbled my earlobe.
His large hand drifted downward.
"My precious Isabella, does it still hurt here?"
I gripped his wandering hand tightly.
Understanding his meaning, blush spread across my cheeks.
"You're insane, Ethan!"
How dare he harass me in my own home!
His hand continued stroking.
He sneered.
"Insane? You never contacted me all these days."
"No matter. I came to you myself, my Isabella..."
Ethan's demonic voice whispered in my ear.
My husband's busy back remained visible.
Fine sweat beaded on my forehead.
My pink lips parted.
I struggled to suppress moans of pleasure.
The thought of being with my nominal brother here...
In my own home...
Risking discovery any moment...
My heart leaped into my throat!
I resisted yet couldn't help enjoying it.
Ethan truly excelled at postpartum recovery techniques.
He knew exactly what he was doing.
"Ethan, we can't!"
Ignoring my protest, he lifted my skirt.
His hand moved like a nimble serpent.
Tears welled in my eyes.
I pressed my fingers hard against my lips.
Stifling any strange sounds.